Mathew struggled to survive for weeks in the Borderlands beneath Willow's stride, his body breaking each step she took and bullet she dodged. Marvelously he had managed to go for quite some time without becoming as flat as one would think, with sweat coating every inch of his body pasting him to the well-trodden fabric of her striped socks keeping him in place. He had managed to survive up until a final, fateful moment when his tiny form could no longer take the abuse, nearly totaling a month underfoot before the mighty Willow stepped into Moxxi's bar, and the final crunch was felt. At this point in time for her, and unfortunately for him, she had forgotten of his very existence!
The poor creature's mind went dark as she enjoyed her drinks, before the ever-so-familiar fabrication of blue and white pixels dropped the little Mathew in all of his naked glory before her on the table. With her red eyes wide she snatched him up while none of the many (And by many I mean none at this hour) patrons within the confines of Moxxi's wonderful establishment could get a look at him.
The little creature, incredibly aroused by his past month of torment, panted helplessly in her grip as she quickly tugged loose her right shoe and dropped him in. This time, however, the trip was far less pleasant for the little Mathew as she roughly followed him in with her right foot. The impact dislodged his eye from its very socket as he was drug up the length of her sweat-soaked insole, twitching and groaning in such pleasureful agony!
He hardly survived the night, needless to say.
Later, she vowed, there would be many more experiments! But for now, Alcohol ho!